[Life*Repost] I am well, and the years are still good

Without grand ideals, I don't understand the ambition to achieve everything, and I prefer a simple, free life. My greatest wish is to have a bookstore of my own. In my view, pursuing oneself is success; perhaps this is not great, but it is something I firmly believe in.

I look forward to a love like Eileen Chang described: to meet the person you are meant to meet among millions of people. In the endless wilderness of time, neither a moment earlier nor later, when we meet, we can only gently say: Oh, you're here too? I look forward to such an encounter, accidentally brushing past in a city, on an unfamiliar street. Love arrives quietly like this… Perhaps I'm not ready yet, but that doesn't matter; what matters is that it comes, quietly. I also hope the ending of the story can be as fulfilling as the story itself. Okay, shall we watch the sunset together? In my view, a love is worth protecting for a lifetime and worth waiting for as long as it takes. Even if it happens at 60, it's not too late; there's still time to say I love you. I am waiting, I am looking forward to it.

I look forward to a journey. The road is full of beauty. Perhaps being alone is lonely, but it is also full of the joy of freedom. I stand on a high mountaintop, tired, sitting on the stone steps of the mountain, a breeze blows gently in my face, making me feel so free. So peaceful. Looking at the people below the mountain, filled with happiness, haha, life is probably just this simple—the simplest things bring the greatest joy. Perhaps, as people say, at the moments of greatest thirst, humans don't crave cola or soda, but just a simple glass of water. I stand by the rolling Yangtze River, the sunset just waiting at the treetops. I hear the river water hitting the rocks, making cheerful clapping sounds. Boats pass back and forth on the river, seemingly never-ending. Softly I came, carrying expectation; softly I left, following the sunset, carrying the spring breeze. May you always be joyful, dear Yangtze River. I walk past the ancient city wall, touching each weathered surface, standing in the sea of history, thinking that decades of life are nothing. Even Zhu Yuanzhang's bones are gone, yet this lonely city wall remains so serene. Thinking this way, can one perhaps see everything in life more clearly?Strangely, I like standing in places that are bustling yet lonely to watch the bustling scenes, as if watching a performance, only I am not in the play. (I feel that the night city is the appearance after the bustle has faded.) The city at night looks so lonely; perhaps it's raining heavily, and I am alone holding an umbrella, listening to the pattering of the rain. The streetlights seem so glaring, and there are so few pedestrians. Haha, at that time I met someone, not well-acquainted; perhaps in this lifetime, we might not even brush past each other, yet we started talking. Though it was only through text, it felt as if I could hear the voice. I think, in this winter, this unfamiliar city is not entirely lonely. Thank you, familiar stranger. I like sitting in the last row of a bus, watching the various pedestrians outside the window, feeling the warm sunlight and gentle breeze. Perhaps different people really live in different worlds. At that moment, I can feel it clearly. Haha, close your eyes and take a nap; the sunlight is still on your face, the wind still by your ear.
I like reading all kinds of books, enjoying the yellowed pages, the feeling conveyed between the lines. I like spending hours reading someone else's life, watching the beginning of the story, watching the end of the story. I really want to buy a big bookshelf, filling it with books I bought at street stalls. When I have free time, I take them all out to sunbathe. Haha, I hope to one day, like Sanmao, be a traveler of life, wandering.
I like listening to old songs, feeling that listening to music is like retrieving memories, bit by bit, drifting along. No matter the time or place, it always feels so clear. I think you also have a song like this in your life; different melody, but the feeling is the same.
I came to this world, hoping that when I leave, you will play me a song, and when the music ends, so will I.